Seasons

I missed the cold

Loneliness spells humanity

We can either live the loneliness
Or worry about it.

The problem of being

I have a problem with loyalty.
What is it?
I'm loyal.

Vermischte Bemerkungen

Wenn wir einen Chinesen hören, so sind wir geneigt, sein Sprechen für ein unartikuliertes Gurgeln zu halten. Einer, der chinesisch versteht, wird darin die Sprache erkennen. So kann ich oft nicht den Menschen im Menschen erkennen.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

Either/Or

only intimacy may not be boring

In the end

all it matters is who follows you
certain.

Difficulty

Stretching out the metaphor
which is not but a hand
is easy. Notwithstanding
brain and heart are old cynics

windownightshopping

apud Scenes from Comus

the tragedy of things is not conclusive
rather, one way by which the spirit moves.

Geoffrey Hill

So I repeat, quietly, on the subway corridors.

On the nature of things

Maybe I truly am Superman
For you feel like kryptonite

The coming of age

September is not about people
It is about the light

where two rivers meet

of God

To love people and not love a person

Grief

How does one distinguish between howling and wailing?

Parting ways

You are a person, with views and ways
But your heart - oh! your heart! -
It is something different.
To obey or linger in decay

by the river

How I got to antiquity

I stopped reading Barry to read Rawls; I stopped reading Rawls to read Locke, Rousseau and Kant; I stopped reading Locke to read Descartes; I stopped reading Rousseau to read Aristotle; I stopped reading Kant, to read Hume and Espinoza; I stopped reading Aristotle to read Plato; I stopped reading Plato to read Parmenides and Heraclitus; to this day I am still reading Heraclitus.

The importance of words

She was in my class / She looked at me, repeatedly / Lower lip biten /One day, slowly to me came / Saying: Would you like to stud' me?/Time stopped, space whirled, people laughed / Others bloomed, she blushed/ Gave her no time to flee: / Yes, I would like to study/ With thee.

Feed me

I like to study

Experience

A person can only be destroyed from within

at a theatre

Fuck Variations

Early Morning Fuck

Ah!, I love the smell of a fuck in the morning

There is nothing quite like an unexpected fuck

In the end, fuck is just a word: it's our minds that do it.

Wander

Lost, life and love,
Once:
Never again, the fear.

Blogger

Dawn&Gloom: to flag or to unflag?

Name a poem

Alice Oswald Dart Woods Etc

Anew

The Mysterious Mr. Quinn I would like to see on film.
And Mr. Satterthwaite also.

Well directed, please.

Y

not?

Reasoning

For someone who loves people so much it is amazing how much I need solitude

For someone who needs solitude so much it is amazing how much I love people

all; but one

I am losing sight of people. I can only see Zöe.

Terceira Island

Befriended

I am imune to evil. For I live in its depths.

Dark Side

To intimately know the vices and the flaws and to contain them; and one day: not to. But to release them, let them free.

Lisbon

Fiction

I have no time to be real

I only know how to look up

don't know how I got here, don't know where to go

somewhere, Stockholm

Silence

to master speed is truly to to know what life is

Every beginning is poetry

I am the bird of inoccence that floats in the air, so bright And yet I am dark as dusk and gloomy as the night But the night might be clear and great like the ones we see in dreams It is in those nights we go with fate through its torturous streams Could I be a silent bird and still speak the words of dawn Indeed I could if I stand the night and at sunrise am not gone Much meaning would that have fulfilled with a secret symbol That we must unveil to find a pass so nimble, like the dawn itself For I find meaning certain and clear - to me a bird so mere That the night is my only house and the dawn, her daughter, my lovely spouse

at a diner